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Garden Poems

Our Father kept a garden.
A garden of the heart;
He planted all the good things,
That gave our lives their start.

He turned us to the sunshine,And encouraged us to dream:
Fostering and nurturing
The seeds of self-esteem.

And when the winds and rain came,

He protected us enough;But not too much because he knew
We would stand up strong and tough.

His constant good example,

Always taught us right from wrong;

Markers for our pathway that will last
a lifetime long.

We are our Fathers garden,

We are his legacy.
Thank you Dad we love you.

The Flower

Robert Louis Stevenson

All the names I know from nurse:Gardener’s garters, Shepherd’s purse,Bachelor’s buttons, Lady’s smock,And the Lady Hollyhock.Fairy places, fairy things,Fairy woods where the wild bee wings,Tiny trees for tiny dames—These must all be fairy names!Tiny woods below whose boughsShady fairies weave a house;Tiny tree-tops, rose or thyme,Where the braver fairies climb!Fair are grown-up people’s trees,But the fairest woods are these;Where, if I were not so tall,I should live for good and all.